M. Ennenbach's vivid intersection of whispered and diamond sharp words results in thoughtful reflection and scarred wounds. His aim is true, and each poem reaches its apex as its beginning follows the path of its dynamic course.
"i tend a flower garden
that grows across
the cemetery of my mind
where every interred corpse
of peurile infatuation
spins in six-foot vivisections"
I breathed that entire poem in whole. It left a curious indentation.